I
Cannot
See the number
As it waits for me
To come its merry way
Counting down the footsteps
As it says "come on, come on, and
Find your way down my face to where
You'll find the worst and best of me all in
One" and I hear it say it, but I cannot see it
For no matter what it says I am alone on the point
This pointed arrow, searching for the day time
Searching for the night time and it races
Quickly away, leaving its voice in the
Air, all the while covering it face
Making the feeling bad and
Creating the night again
While trying to find
The number so
When it goes
So must
I.